Just north of the Thistle Meadow, where the flatlands of the purple flower bedazzled fields stretched into the rolling foothills of mountains and the river lands, in the realm between where green broke into gray, into snow, four large hillocks level down into a small, natural dip into the landscape.  Nestled there, in the heart of these hills, is a small copse, and even from a distance, one can make out the bright colors of flowers dotting the grasses, and the shady places beneath the gently swaying, emerald boughs; he only knows of this pretty little secret, not far off the commonly travelled trails, from a time he walked through, briefly, and alone.
 
This time, nearly two years precisely since his last venture through, he has company – as he has had the last few days, a rather unusual occurrence for the usually solitary stallion.  However, he finds that he looks back on the hours spent with her fondly, their partings having only been occasional as her tasks, numerous in her rank (he remembered the pull of responsibility, though it was no longer his), drew her away from him and into the desert, or elsewhere.
 
During these times he had gathered his thoughts and filed neatly in his mind each memory with Ranjiri, saving them for drearier days when friends were hard to find. 
 
Today was such a day that he sought to make more of these pleasant daydreams, having run out of truly interesting subjects of study some time ago, and luring Ranjiri back out into the wilds of Helovia, eager to again wander its landscape, and to share with her the few things he had to share.
 
One of these things was this particular little nook of the world, a place where the steady downward roll of the hills fed healthy amounts of snow into the rift, and which in turn allowed the earth to produce particularly vibrant and numerous flowers; some of these were those to be expected, flowers growing upwards from the green and gold shafts of grass, while others seemed to cling to the shade beneath the trees – and others still climbed them, on vines with spade and star shaped leaves.
 
"What do you think?" he asks, turning to her with his blue eyes wide and hopeful to find that she enjoys it, especially after such a walk here, and the secrecy he’d veiled about it all, to try and surprise her with the prettiness of where they wound up.



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